Some time later--Joscelin isn't certain how long, given the chaos of battle--the onslaught slows. Joss is recovering from the crossbow bolts he'd taken and still feels quite weak and ill, though his body no longer shows any signs of the devastating injuries. There isn't a mark on him.

Blinking back the spots that occasionally dance across his vision, he makes his way over to Skywalker.

"May we talk powers now?" He smiles, showing off his fangs. "You smell human enough, but I've not seen that kind of magic before."